Does Being a Guy’s Booty Call Make Me a Slut? Nope!

In college, many of my close friends were perfectly fine with booty calling a guy or being a guy’s booty call. Their attitude was if you can handle having no-strings-attached sex and are safe about it, then hey, why not go for it?!

While I admired their liberal outlook, I didn’t really have an opinion of my own as I, for the most part, wasn’t really booty calling guys or being their booty call. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t as if I didn’t hook-up with guys, I did, but I always found myself in situations where no booty call was necessary. Most of the time, the guy I would be taking home with me that night was right next to me.

Really, it hadn’t been until recently, while living in New York, that I’d gotten my first foray into world of booty calls. At a Christmas party I hit it off with a blonde, blue-eyed cutie and ever since then we’ve exchanged numerous flirtatious text messages. Sure, many hinted at action between the sheets, but while risqué, nothing had ever come of them. Until Saturday night.

At around 2:30 am, just when I was about to go to bed I get a text message from him, “I want to see you.” Ah, the ever notorious booty call, or in this case, text message. Even though I wanted to have sex and knew I could have a safe, uncomplicated experience with him, I debated for a few minutes whether I should even respond. While I could hear my friends in my mind telling me to “go for it” I wondered if texting him back and inviting him over to my place would make me a slut.

In the end I invited him over. OK, so maybe me inviting him over did make me a slut according to the still existent double standard, but the only real thing I could be sure of was that me inviting him over really meant that I was just a girl that wanted to have sex. And sex we had. Straight-up, no-frills sex. It was good, it was satisfying, it was exactly what I wanted and needed.

Yet as much as I enjoyed the sex, I just couldn’t shake the thought in the back of my mind that I might be considered a slut for doing the whole booty call thing. When I confessed this to one of my best friends she said to me, “OK, first of all you’re not a slut and second of all, I am super jealous that you had sex.” I laughed. My friend continued, “You had SEX! Do you know what I wouldn’t give to get laid right now?”

She then proceeded to tell me about how being in Americorps has put a severe damper on her sex life as she’s been living celibate since August. There I was worrying about whether being a guy’s booty call makes me slut while she’s trying to cope with eight months of absolutely no sexual contact whatsover. As a single girl who has been there I could definitely feel her pain, which is why I went for the booty call in the first place because hey, why deprive yourself?

I realized that only I could decided how I felt about my own actions, and only I could decide if they classified me as a slut.

Do I think I’m a slut because I am a young woman who is perfectly capable of safely acting on my sexual desires? No, no I don’t.